Dreams Do Come True, Prayers Do Get Answered

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From 7th to 21st January 2026, Allah blessed me with the opportunity to perform Umrah with my family.

Seven days in Makkah, four days in Madina, and then two final days back in Makkah.

On paper, it was just a travel plan.
In reality, it was a quiet spiritual turning point.

This is not a guide on how to perform Umrah.
This is just my experience, how it felt, what changed inside me, and how Allah swt gently upgraded my heart.

When Allah Finally Calls

For almost six years, I carried a dream of taking my family - spouse, kids, and parents for Umrah.

Every time we tried, something delayed it. There were document issues for my Abbu, due to which his passport could not be generated. Then came COVID. After that, work commitments, family responsibilities, and one reason or another kept coming in between.

Over time, you begin to understand something very deep. It is not about planning. It is about destiny and what Allah swt has ordained and planned for you.

Only those whom Allah swt calls are able to go. When the call finally came, it felt less like we planned the journey and more like we were invited.

Taking Kids Along, Fear and Faith

Many people advised us against taking children. They said there is a lot of walking, the crowds are huge, kids can get lost, and it is physically exhausting.

We have three kids, 8 years old, 4 years old, and 1.5 years old, and we were worried. I know people meant well, but honestly, it was scary. Especially for my wife. She would often say, “Let’s postpone it till the kids grow older.” I had to keep reassuring her that we would manage and that Allah swt would make it easy.

We planned carefully, took precautions, and kept praying. Using safety straps for the children turned out to be one of our best decisions, especially on the ground floor and during the rush of Sa’i.

The First Time Seeing the Kaaba

The goosebumps started much earlier than expected.

After landing in Jeddah, we boarded the bus to Makkah late at night, around 1 AM. We were tired, but excitement kept us fully awake. As the bus moved closer, the clock tower slowly appeared on the horizon, glowing in all its glory. Those green LED lights felt majestic and comforting at the same time.

Even the air felt different. Breathing the air around Makkah itself felt special.

When we finally entered Masjid al-Haram, and my eyes fell on the Kaaba for the very first time, words simply disappeared. After I returned, my friends asked me how it felt to see the Kaaba for the first time. I told them I had no words to describe it. And honestly, I believe no words can do justice to that feeling. It can only be felt. The heart fills with humility, peace, and overwhelming gratitude. Standing there among millions, you still feel incredibly close to Allah ﷻ. It is emotional, calming, and deeply transformative.

Performing Umrah Together as a Family

We performed Umrah on 8th January 2026, around 10 AM, as a family.

Doing Umrah alone is powerful. Doing it with your parents, spouse, and children is something entirely different. It brings tears without warning and gratitude without limits.

Tawaf was a bit challenging due to overcrowding, especially near Hajar al-Aswad and Maqam Ibrahim. There was some unnecessary pushing, which momentarily breaks focus. But the holiness of the place is so immense that these moments fade away very quickly.

Children See It Differently

Our kids experienced Umrah in their own beautiful way. They were fascinated by the lights, the people, and the kindness around them. They would often receive lollipops and candies from strangers, though in Islam, there are really no strangers.

One day, they excitedly told us that they also wanted to distribute candies to other kids. And they did. Watching that innocence unfold in the holiest of places was a reminder of how pure faith really is.

Life in Makkah, A Different Rhythm

Life in Makkah revolves entirely around prayer.

On Fridays, people start preparing for Jumu’ah very early. Imagine a place where Jumu’ah is at around 12:30 PM, yet people bathe, dress, and leave for the Masjid al-Haram by 9 AM.

On the only Friday we were there, we left our hotel at 9:30 AM and were already worried. The last hotel bus had left, so we took a taxi. All the way, we kept praying, “O Allah, please let us pray Jumu’ah inside the Haram.” And Alhamdulillah, Allah answered.

Madina, Where the Heart Slows Down

Madina has its own charm.

If Makkah humbles you, Madina calms you. There is no rush. The heart naturally learns to stay still. After all, this is the city of the Prophet ﷺ, a place where companions were taught gentleness, humility, and to keep their voices low.

Even today, Madina teaches you how to behave, without saying a word.

in Masjid e Nabwi (Prophet's Mosque)

Learning, Ziarat, and Small Details

During our ziarat in both Makkah and Madina, I made a conscious effort to note important historical places. I pinned them in Google Maps so I could remember and revisit their stories later. It helped me connect history with faith in a very personal way.

Dates, Perfumes, and a Little Shopping Bag

And then there were the shops.

The varieties of dates, the perfumes and attars, the colors, and the fragrances were simply mesmerizing. I was honestly astonished. Spiritual elevation and shopping seem to coexist very peacefully in these cities.

Coming Back Changed

Every prayer felt deeper.
Every dua felt more sincere.

Even with the crowds, there was a calm that stayed with me, and it still does.

You return spiritually upgraded.
More sabr, more shukr, and yes, more shopping bags 😅

A Small Dua Before I End 🤲🕋

🌙 Masjid al-Haram is a place every believer longs for.

May Allah grant everyone the opportunity to visit again and again, with ease, patience, and peace.
Ameen.

When a Long Train Journey Turned into a Sketchbook

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The train was crowded, our seats were only partially confirmed (RAC), and we were sharing space. Boredom, quite naturally, began to creep in. I wanted to keep screen time low, so I stepped in and asked my eldest son to bring out his moral storybooks. An hour passed, and soon we were looking for something new to do. After a bit of brainstorming, a simple idea , to draw what we could see outside the window.

I had to be the inspiration for my kids. As the train moved, I sketched the landscape passing by: winter fields with harvested rice and wheat, a thin road cutting through them, hills in the distance, and small ponds and lakes scattered here and there. Herds of cows, sheep, and goats grazed along the ground. With just a pen, I tried to freeze these little moments on paper. It wasn’t meant to be perfect, just a way to slow down the journey and make space for imagination.

Once it was done, my kids were surprised by my little messy painting. That fuelled some spark in my 8-year-old. He took the pen from me, exactly what I had hoped for. Inspired by the drawing, he created his own world: tall buildings with kids flying kites from their rooftops, a sky full of movement, and even an aeroplane caught in a kite’s string. 

What started as a simple way to pass time slowly became a shared moment of creativity. It reminded me that when children are given a little space and encouragement, their imagination can go much further than we expect.

Childhood Summers in my village Mouhni: Mangoes, Rain, and Night Sky Full of Stars

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I must have been about ten years old that summer, when we went to visit my grandparents in Mouhni, a small village in Bihar, about forty kilometers from Bihar Sharif. Every year, as the sun grew hotter and the mango trees grew heavy with fruit, we would pack our bags and head to the village. Summer meant mangoes, long evenings, and the terrace of my grandparents’ house. It was our second home, where grandparents waited for us with open arms and a basket full of stories.

The terrace was our favourite place. After the afternoon heat, we would throw buckets of water on the hot terrace floor to cool it down. Then, we’d lay out a big old carpet mat and sit together, watching the sun dip behind the fields. Sometimes a neighbour would fly their kites and we would keep looking at them soar high in the sky. From somewhere far away, faint strain of music would drift into our ears, sometimes a radio, sometimes a song from a neighbour’s house. We would stay there until the sky turned orange and then deep blue.

After dinner, we would return to the terrace. There were no streetlights, no smartphones, just the sky full of stars. At the time we didn’t know their names, we didnt know if it was a planet, a star, or just a geostationary satellite. Now, I know that the brightest star is Sirius, the brightest planet is Venus. There are other stars, planets, and constellations that exist ,such as Orion, Palledies, Jupiter, which you can see with your naked eye, but we were unaware of them but that didn't limit our imagination; we gave them our own names. We would watch the stars, trace shapes, and follow the slow movement of artificial satellites until they disappeared into the dark. The radio would hum softly, and its songs would become our lullaby.

One day, after lunch and Asr prayer, we were on our way to the terrace as usual. We were about to take the buckets to cool the tiles when suddenly, dark clouds gathered. It wasn’t the usual monsoon rain. Our elders called it 'Kal Baishakhi' a sudden summer storm. The first rain of the season, and we weren’t ready for it. The sky opened up, and the rain poured down. We dropped our buckets, ran inside, laughing and shouting, and spent the evening cuddled on the cot, reading comics and listening to the rain.

The next morning, the sky was clear and blue. We were bored, so my cousins and some friends from the neighbourhood gathered after breakfast. We decided to go to the nearby Eidgah, which stood on top of a small hill which was about five stories high. There's a legend that our village was once ruled by a queen named Mohini (and hence the name of the village - Mouhuni), and her palace was on that hill. No one knew if it was true, but my grandfather said he and his father had seen the Eidgah since his childhood.

The hill wasn't steep, and climbing it was not difficult, but what we found was even better. The storm had knocked down dozens of mangoes. Raw mangoes, big and small, were scattered everywhere. On the path, on the hill, around the Eidgah, mangoes lay like treasure. We didn’t have much space in our pockets, so we started collecting them in the bottom of our shirts, making little pouches. We were thrilled, as if we had won a great prize. We ran back home with big smiles on our faces.

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A couple of days later, it rained again, just as heavily. The next morning, we were prepared. We took a few polythene bags with us, determined not to miss out on our mango collection. But to our disappointment, we found only one or two mangoes scattered around. The first rain had taken everything. We came back home with long faces, wondering why the sky didn’t share its treasure twice.

Now, many years later, I tell this story to my kids. They listen very attentively, probably planning that when they get a chance to visit a village, they too will go mango hunting after a sudden summer rain. 

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The Three-Body Problem Trilogy: Why Liu Cixin’s Universe Redefined Sci-Fi for Me

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Last month, I finished one of the most ambitious, mind-bending trilogies I’ve ever read: Liu Cixin’s Remembrance of Earth’s Past. It’s hard to even put into words what these books did to me. After closing the final page of the third book - Death’s End, I just sat there, staring into nothingness, my brain refusing to return to reality. It’s that kind of story, one that makes you question your place in the universe, and at the same time, feel grateful for the fragile humanity we carry with us.

I originally picked up The Three-Body Problem because of the hype around Netflix’s adaptation. The trailer intrigued me, but I wanted to experience the book first. Going in blind turned out to be the best choice.

First book: The Three-Body Problem

The first book was a fascinating blend of science, philosophy, and history. Liu Cixin doesn’t shy away from hard science, and that’s both its strength and its challenge. Concepts like the three-body problem itself, sophons, and dimensional manipulation were fascinating and, at times, overwhelming. The alternating timelines between China’s Cultural Revolution and the present added depth, though I found the historical portions slower compared to the present-day mystery.

What stayed with me most was the originality of Liu’s ideas. Even though the book didn’t completely pull me in emotionally, it laid an extraordinary foundation. I knew I had to keep going, hoping the next books would build on this brilliance.

 

Second book: The Dark Forest 

The Dark Forest took everything to the next level. The scope widened into an interstellar chess game, introducing the unforgettable Dark Forest Theory, a chillingly logical explanation of why the universe is silent. It’s one of the most haunting concepts I’ve ever come across in fiction.

The characters finally hit home for me. Luo Ji’s arc, from indifferent scholar to the unlikely savior of Earth, was phenomenal. His dynamic with Da Shi (the rough, humorous detective) brought balance to the otherwise heavy philosophical tone. And then there was the Droplet probe, perhaps the most devastating piece of alien technology I’ve ever read about. The scene of Earth’s space fleet being destroyed, utterly brutal and breathtaking, still gives me chills.

This book left me with awe, dread, and a profound sense of cosmic insignificance. For me, this was the high point of the trilogy.

 

Third book: Death’s End

If The Dark Forest was brilliant, Death’s End was overwhelming in the best way. The scale explodes, dimensional strikes, dark forest deterrence, curvature propulsion, lightspeed travel - it’s pure, unfiltered hard sci-fi. And yet, Liu doesn’t water it down. He respects the reader enough to give it to us straight, which I really appreciated.

What made this book unforgettable, though, were the character arcs and emotional undercurrents. Cheng Xin, Yun Tianming, Luo Ji, AA… their stories stretched across centuries, yet they carry emotions we all recognize: love, sacrifice, longing, and loss. These human echoes anchor the epic, reminding us why survival matters at all.

Still, I’ll admit the ending left me conflicted. It was beautiful, yes, and haunting in its open-endedness. But something felt flimsy compared to the towering ambition of the rest of the story. Not knowing Yun Tianming’s full fate left me with an ache, maybe intentionally so. Maybe that’s Liu’s point: in a universe this vast, closure is a luxury.

 

Screen Adaptation

Alongside the books, I also dipped into the adaptations. Netflix’s 3 Body Problem season 1 did a solid job in bringing Chinese culture and storylines to the global stage. I also sped through Tencent’s version, though admittedly skipping scenes here and there. Both had their strengths, but as is often the case, nothing quite matches the depth of the written word.

 

Final Thoughts

This trilogy isn’t just sci-fi - it’s philosophy, it’s cosmology, it’s humanity under a microscope. It redefined the genre for me. I’ve enjoyed Andy Weir’s Project Hail Mary immensely, but Liu Cixin’s vision operates on a whole other plane.

It’s not an easy read - at times overwhelming, at times unbearably sad - but it’s absolutely worth it. The books are a must-read. The shows? Worth watching, especially as companions, but they can only scratch the surface of the world Liu has built.

And now, a small confession: I’m tempted to pick up The Redemption of Time, the unofficial continuation that promises answers - especially about Yun Tianming. But I’ve also heard mixed reviews. Part of me wants to dive in, and another part doesn’t want to spoil the surreal, sacred experience of the trilogy.

Either way, one thing is certain: Liu Cixin’s work has opened a door for me. I’m now looking at the stars a little differently, and searching for my next great sci-fi read.

Finding myself at 35,000 feet

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On my recent flight from Kochi to Hyderabad, curiosity got the better of me. Midway through the clouds, I wondered: "where exactly am I right now?" Out of habit, I opened Google Maps on my phone. I expected nothing, after all, there’s no internet at that altitude. But to my surprise, the familiar blue dot appeared, moving rapidly across southern India. No Wi-Fi, no mobile data, yet there it was: my live location, zipping by at nearly 1000 km/h.

That’s when I realized something fascinating: GPS doesn’t need the internet.

Our phone’s GPS (Global Positioning System) works by receiving signals from a constellation of about 30 satellites orbiting Earth. Each satellite sends a precise timestamp and location. Our device calculates how long these signals take to arrive and triangulates our exact position. It’s pure math and physics, no network required.

Of course, the map tiles (the visuals of roads and cities) need internet to load. But if you’ve used the app recently, or downloaded offline maps, your phone already has them stored. That’s why you can still see the world below, even when cruising above the clouds.

So next time you’re on a flight without seatback screens, try this “sky hack.” Turn on flight mode, enable GPS, and watch your blue dot glide from one city to another, proof that even miles above Earth, technology can still find you.

Sources: GPS.gov, NASA JPL, Google Maps Help

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